Miss Celie's Pants

Dear nettie, i went back home
The house was okay, but the store was a dusty mess
But i fixed it up, and now i'm makin' pants for anybody who wants 'em. I change the
Cloth, i change the print, i change the waist, i change the pocket. Only thing i can't
Do is quit makin' 'em
All i need's a needle and a spool of thread
Got about a million patterns in my head
All the ladies' legs are gonna love to dance
When they in miss celie's pants.

Gabardine, velveteen, satin, or lace
Buttons and bows all over the place
Styles that make you look like a queen
That woman's a wiz with her sewin' machine!

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In miss celie's pants!
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Lookit here
Get out my way
Sofia's back
And i'm here to stay
In miss celie's pants!

Girl, you swept out the mem'ries
Filled this place with joy
In this big ol' store.

Got your sewing machines
Mirrors shiny clean
And a fittin' room
Smell like sweet perfume
That man might have
Done you wrong
But look. . .
I said, look. . .
Are you lookin'?. . .
Look who's wearing the pants now!

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In miss celie's pants!

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In miss celie's pants!